How can a Peak-stage Spirit Refinement Realm cultivator possibly endure the twofold power of the Heavenly Tribulation repeatedly without any injury?

It was simply impossible—not unless they had a divine lightning physique!

But would a Peak-stage Spirit Refinement Realm cultivator have the courage to cheat a Peak-stage Spirit Manifestation Realm cultivator?

Definitely not!

City Lord Baschmi furrowed his brows deeply, and his brain quickly churned for answers, but it only gave him more questions.

The whole situation was too bizarre.

From beginning to end, City Lord Baschmi had been dancing according to Albion’s rhythm, which shouldn’t be possible unless he was affected by the person’s charisma.

Something like that wouldn’t happen unless the other party is genuinely and spiritually stronger.

“Welp, since you can’t ascend to the Nine Divine Heavens, how about continuing to manage the city? Albion offered before suddenly adding, “But, of course, the city still belongs to me.”

“Are you asking me to work for you?” City Lord Baschmi raises an eyebrow.

“That is precisely what I am asking.”

Albion nodded.

City Lord Baschmi quickly furrowed his brows after he got Albion’s confirmation.

However, it only lasted a moment before his eyes lit up with an idea—an idea to get his answers while playing it safe.

“It’s not impossible for me to work for you. However, you have to beat me in a duel for me to work for you willingly,” City Lord Baschmi stated.

It would be strange for someone to willingly work for Albion after getting scammed unless they were convinced of his strength.

Albion saw through Baschmi Dedu’s intention and calmly nodded, “A reasonable condition. I will allow it.”

Shortly after, Albion took a stance with one hand behind his back and gestured to City Lord Baschmi with the other hand.

“Make your move.”

Nevertheless, City Lord Baschmi did not attack immediately.

Instead, he created some distance and drew a silver sword from his storage ring before asking in a good manner, “I use a sword; is that fine with you, Sir Albion?”

“It’s fine. I will also use a sword.”

…

The two stared at each other in silence without making a move before Albion frowned, “Why aren’t you making your move?”

“I’m waiting for you to draw your sword…”

“No need. You will see it soon enough.”

“Fine, if you say so.” City Lord Baschmi acknowledged before showing his courtesy one more time with a sudden shout, “Watch my sword!”

Crack!

The snowy ground cracked under City Lord Baschmi’s sudden step as he launched himself forward with his sword.

“Watch out for my sword too,” Albion warned.

His Murderous Sword Intent manifested into being, condensed into the shape of a red sword that pointed at City Lord Baschmi, causing the person’s expression to change abruptly in a single instance.

Boom!

A storm of shattered ice and snow scattered as City Lord Baschmi came to a sudden halt on the spot and planted his head into the ground—just before Albion could shoot his sword.

“I-I surrender!”

“Why? We haven’t even fought yet.”

Albion was baffled as he glanced at the groveling city lord.

“T-there’s no need to, my Lord! I am thoroughly convinced of your strength, and I am willing to work my bones and sweat for you!”

Although City Lord Baschmi seemed devoted to serving Albion, he was completely nervous and shocked in his heart, and the Sword Soul that continues to point at him made him even more so.

The threatening and murderous feeling emanating from it overwhelmed him with terror.

The Sword Intent condensing into a solid form could only belong to a higher level of Sword Intent that might even touch upon the Heavenly Laws that only Heavenly Immortals could comprehend!

Furthermore, it had such a dense murderous aura that it could even drown him!

Was this really the ability of a True Immortal?! Even a Golden Immortal might not be able to endure such a frightening Sword Intent!

Although City Lord Baschmi never contacted other immortals in his life, he had indeed read many records of powerful existences above the True Immortal Realm.

“I see. That was kind of disappointing. I was kind of hoping to test the power of my Sword Soul,” Albion expressed his disappointment.

City Lord Baschmi shivered at his casual remark.

“N-no need, my Lord! Your Sword Intent is too powerful for this subordinate to receive,” City Lord Baschmi said, already ingratiating himself as one of Albion’s people.

…

Meanwhile, the curious crowd watching the exchange between Albion and City Lord Baschmi in the distance began rubbing their eyes as if there were something wrong with them.

“Am I seeing things? The city lord is kowtowing to that young man…”

“Impossible… Didn’t our city lord just successfully become a True Immortal? Why does he seem so afraid of that red sword?”

“I’m not sure, but that young man seemed to have endured the Heavenly Tribulation for our city lord. His strength must be far greater than our imaginations.”

“How incredible… I wonder what’s the realm of his cultivation…”

Fenrira overheard the crowd’s comments and began feeling smug from secondhand praises—praises that are directed at her master are also partially directed at her.

“Hehe.”

…

Sometime later, City Lord Baschmi stood back on his feet with a humble expression after Albion retracted his Murderous Sword Intent.

“My Lord, what do you want me to do with Blue Wyvern City?” City Lord Baschmi asked.

“Hm? Nothing in particular for now. Just do what you normally do and continue to explore the Netherfrost Blizzard Realm. But, of course, it’ll also be good if you can track down Emperor Thanatos for me.”

“I-I see—I mean, understood, my Lord,” City Lord Baschmi complied with doubt.

For someone who wanted ownership of Blue Wyvern City, his new lord sure lacked interest and ambition.

Perhaps…?

As City Lord Baschmi pondered his new lord’s intention, Albion suddenly said, “There are other plans, but nothing you have to worry about for now. We will talk about it again when I get back.”

“Are you going somewhere, my Lord…?”

City Lord Baschmi suddenly recalled that his new lord mentioned having business with the Frost Demon’s Lair.

“Yep,” Albion nodded and said, “You could say that I am paying a trip to Hell to train.”